Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

Mr. Liu has been very proud recently. Since taking over the seventh class, he has never felt so comfortable, and even writing lesson plans is more motivated than usual.

For a teacher, there is nothing more fulfilling than watching a poor student get better, not to mention that the momentum of Yingjiao is very fierce.

It took only one semester to improve the score from 400 to 566. The college entrance examination is still a year and a half away, if he keeps it up...

Teacher Liu couldn't help laughing out loud. It shouldn't be a problem to have another heavy book in his class, right?

"Old Liu, it's still you who are amazing." In the office, a head teacher finished preparing the class, raised his head and rubbed his neck, enviously: "Yingjiao is such a thorny head that you actually turned you into a good student."

Next to him, a young teacher interjected: "Yingjiao? This name sounds familiar."

The first teacher to speak gave him popular science: "Xiao Chen, you just came to school, I don't know. Yingjiao is a very messy student. When he was a freshman in high school, he forced a teacher from our school into the hospital. I have nothing to do, but that teacher was fired."

Teacher Xiao Chen was surprised: "This... is this too much?"

Mr. Liu couldn't listen any longer, and put down his pen with a cold snort: "Yingjiao is not the one who is too much. The teacher deliberately leaked the question to him, and in turn said that he was cheating. I don't understand the students in my own class? Yingjiao doesn't understand at all. would do that!"

There are other things that Teacher Liu didn't say. The most disgusting thing about that teacher is not this, but that he took money from Yingjiao's stepmother and slandered Yingjiao for **** the little girl.

How easy it is to destroy an adolescent boy, it doesn't need too hard evidence, and it doesn't need too clever means. Just as a teacher, smear a few words behind your back lightly.

One is a poor student who does not study well, the other is a teacher, who will the others believe?

Rumors and gossip are always the fastest, and clarifications are never heard.

Adolescent boys have the strongest self-esteem and love face. Fortunately, I ran into Ying Jiao, another person, being pointed at by everyone and maliciously slandered, I am afraid that I will collapse and drop out of school.

Mr. Chen knew that he had said something wrong, so he looked at Mr. Liu's black face, and at the teacher who kept his mouth shut, he didn't dare to speak again.

Teacher Wang, who teaches chemistry, was reading a book when he noticed that the atmosphere was a little stiff, and said, "Speaking of which, aside from Jing Ji, Ying Jiao is the smartest student I have ever seen."

Zhao Feng also smiled and said, "Old Liu, isn't your class particularly good in feng shui? A scene speech is not enough, and another winning arrogance came out."

Teacher Liu likes to hear this. He couldn't hold down the corners of his upturned lips forcibly, and pretended not to care: "It's nothing, it's just an exam, let's see if he can hold steady next time."

After speaking, he closed the lesson plan and carried his big water bottle: "You guys talk, I'll go to the class to see."

Teacher Liu walked out of the office and went straight to Class 7. He didn't enter the door directly, but quietly stood at the back door and looked in through the small glass window on the door.

Seeing that Yingjiao was studying with his head down and not messing around with Zheng Que next to him, he nodded with satisfaction and entered the classroom through the front door.

"You're the one who speaks the loudest!" Teacher Liu walked to the last row and slapped Zheng Que a few times with his book: "Look at how hard Yingjiao has worked hard, your relationship is so good, why don't you know how to learn more from others!"

Zheng Que held his head, tears streaming down his face.

His arrogant brother is learning for love. He can't catch up with girls and has no love. Where does the motivation come from?

One in love, one licks the dog. Different classes, how can they be compared together?

Mr. Liu ignored him and turned his attention to Yingjiao's workbook: "How about chemistry?"

Win arrogant nodded.

Mr. Liu coughed and said as if unintentionally: "Your math score is still too low, you have time to work on math."

Win arrogant: "..."

Yingjiao laughed: "Okay."

Teacher Liu asked him a few words, and walked around the class again, confiscating what should be confiscated, beating what should be beaten, and then left.

Yingjiao didn't change to math problems, Jing Ji made a schedule for him, and there was a corresponding time schedule for each subject, which he never violated.

After finishing a set of chemistry papers, I just finished my self-study at night. Yingjiao closed the exercise book, and when the people in the classroom were almost gone, he got up and knocked on Jingci's desk: "Go back."

During this time, he has been living in the dormitory. However, because the two were separated and could not touch, the application form for accommodation was put on hold indefinitely, and they were still living separately.

Jing Ji packed up his schoolbag and went back to the dormitory with him.

Boys wash fast, at this moment, the water room has passed the peak usage period. Jing Ji found a place in the corner, washed as quickly as possible, and changed into pajamas. After thinking about it, he went to Yingjiao's bedroom with two mobile phones in his hand.

Yingjiao was wiping his hair in front of the table, and water droplets were scattered everywhere. The dark desktop was illuminated by the light, and the sparkling reflected light.

"Sit down, I'll be fine right away."

Jing Ji didn't sit, those water marks made him feel uncomfortable. Seeing that Yingjiao was almost done, he took out a few tissues, walked over and wiped the table top from beginning to end.

Beside him, Ying Jiao had a panoramic view of his movements, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but pick up.

Jing Ji's obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious, but he is a little good, just take care of himself and never force others to follow his habits. If you really can't stand it, you can at most give a reminder, or you can sort it out silently by yourself.

Ying Jiao squinted his eyes, deliberately messed up, and shook his hair again.

A lot of water droplets fell on the table that had just been wiped, Jing Ji was startled, and hurriedly reached out to wipe it again.

Ying Jiao liked the feeling of Jing Ji surrounding him very much, so when the two lived together before, he would deliberately litter his clothes and not fold the quilt. Seeing that Jing Ji was just as neatly packed behind him, he felt in his heart. Very satisfied.

So the more Jing Ji wiped, the more difficult it was to wipe clean. He was helpless and looked up at Ying Jiao: "Brother, don't make trouble."

"Who are you talking about?" Yingjiao thief shameless: "You blame me for dripping hair? Why are you so unreasonable?"

Jing Ji: "…"

Jing Ji knew that he was bullying people on purpose, and just as the appointed person lowered his head and wanted to wipe it again, the tissue in his hand was snatched by Yingjiao.

"Stop teasing you." Ying Jiao chuckled and wiped the table clean by himself. Then he leaned lazily on the bed rail and asked Jing Ji, "Why are you moving so fast today?"

Jing Ji avoided talking, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him: "Give it back to you."

"Huh?" Ying Jiao didn't answer: "What's the situation?"

"I..." Jing Ji lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'll go to training tomorrow."

"So what?" What did he mean, Yingjiao was like a mirror in his heart, but he still asked deliberately.

For his own sake, why doesn't Yingjiao still understand?

Jing Ji's face was a little red, and he explained: "When the time comes... let's get in touch."

Yingjiao's heart softened, knowing that he was reluctant to part with him, so he softly comforted: "You take it first, I'll take you to the train station tomorrow, and give it to me before you check the ticket."

"No!" Almost at the moment his voice fell, Jing Ji said immediately: "I don't need you to send it."

Jing Ji's reaction was a bit big, and Ying Jiao said in surprise: "What's the matter, baby? It's a holiday tomorrow afternoon, and I won't delay anything for you."

Jing Ji still shook his head, with a firm face: "Brother, I don't want you to send it."

The farewell in the dream affected him so much that he felt scared when he thought about the picture of Ying Jiao sending him off.

Although I don't know the reason, but seeing that he was really unwilling, Yingjiao didn't force him any more, nodded and said, "Okay, then you can go by yourself. Anyway, I'm a strict wife, and you have the final say in our family."

Jing Ji's face flushed red.

blushing? Still less training.

Ying Jiao sighed, his eyes turned around Jing Ji, and seeing his pajamas buttoned tightly, he sighed regretfully in his heart: "I'm leaving tomorrow, stay with me tonight?"

"Okay."

"By the way, the Wang Qiong you mentioned earlier, who has a good relationship with you, what does he look like?" Ying Jiao sat by the bed and asked Jing Ji while bending over to get water under the bed.

Jing Ji was turning on the camera and quietly aimed at Ying Jiao's profile. Hearing that, his fingers trembled, and he said with red ears, "Just, just like that."

He calmed down his violent heartbeat, and then continued: "He is about the same height as Li Zhou, a little bit fat, wearing glasses, what's wrong?"

Not as tall or handsome as myself, Yingjiao is relieved.

"It's okay, I..." Ying Jiao didn't finish his sentence, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Jing Ji's raised mobile phone, and turned around abruptly: "Baby, what are you doing?"

"No, nothing." Jing Ji swallowed dryly and moved to the side, trying to hide the phone, but Ying Jiao quickly grabbed it.

Yingjiao tapped twice on the screen, and when he saw the photos in the album, he immediately smiled: "Take a picture of me?"

Jing Ji was so embarrassed that his head was smoking when he secretly photographed someone and was caught on the spot. He lowered his head and whispered, "Just... just pat..."

Yingjiao was about to be sweetened by him, so he could not wait to put him on the bed and give him a good rub and kiss. He coughed and tried to calm himself down: "Want my picture?"

Jing Ji nodded.

"Stupid or not," Yingjiao's lips curled slightly, and he said softly, "You still need to take a candid photo if you want? Just tell me no? You can customize any pose you want."

He paused and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have a special photo..."

Jing Ji raised his eyes.

Yingjiao looked into his eyes, and Saoli smiled angrily: "I'm not wearing any clothes, I only cover a little bit of the whole body, and the rest is exposed. Can I send it to you?"

Jing Ji pursed his lower lip, a little embarrassed, and a little uncomfortable for some reason: "You... how can you take that kind of photo?"

Who is the person who took the photo of Yingjiao? Also... see how he looks without clothes?

"What kind of photo?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes: "That's the kind of..."

"Jingshen, why are your thoughts so impure?" Ying Jiao admired his expression enough, unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip of water, then raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm talking about pictures of me when I was young, what do you think?"

Jing Ji was stunned, and then his cheeks blushed, and he could not wait to find a seam to get in.

Ying Jiao looked at his flushed face and laughed wildly.

That night, Ying Jiao took dozens of photos with Jing Ji's mobile phone, until he couldn't think of a pose, and then he gave up.

The next day, after Jing Ji had lunch, he set off for the training team.

This training camp lasted for nine days. Like last time, there was an exam every other day. Finally, according to the comprehensive results of the four examinations, six team members were selected to represent the country in the International Mathematics Olympiad in July.

Jing Ji and Wang Qiong had a lot of fate, but this time, they were still in the same dormitory.

As soon as Wang Qiong saw him enter the door, he was happy: "It's a coincidence." He probed into the corridor to see that no one was there, and whispered to Jing Ji: "Cen Hai is also in the same dormitory with us, and suddenly felt a little stressed. ."

"It's okay." Jing Ji opened an empty cabinet, and while packing his luggage, he comforted him: "When I come back tired, I don't even want to say a word, it's no different from a dormitory."

"Yes." Wang Qiong thought about it for a while, and sighed: "I'm waiting to lose fat again."

The first day was normal as usual. In the evening, after Jing Ji had eaten, he walked around the campus with Wang Qiong, and then went back to the dormitory.

When he opened his schoolbag and was about to take out the book to read, Jing Ji inevitably thought of Ying Jiao.

He unlocked the phone and was about to see the photos inside when Yingjiao called.

Jing Ji's eyes lit up, and quickly ran out to answer the phone: "Brother."

"Well." Yingjiao's low and pleasant voice came from the microphone: "What are you doing?"

"Just got full and went back to the dorm."

"Are you going to class tonight?"

"No need." Jing Ji opened the window in the corridor, and the moist spring breeze came in in an instant, blowing comfortably and comfortably on his face. He raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and his voice was a little light: "Tonight is free time, I will go to bed after reading a book."

"Then look..."

Before Ying Jiao could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Jing Ji: "I... I'm not in a hurry, I'll talk about it later."

Yingjiao chuckled lightly: "Baby, didn't you see what I put in the innermost layer of your schoolbag?"

Jing Ji said subconsciously: "Coconut milk small square cake?"

"No." Yingjiao laughed: "You will know when you go and see."

Jing Ji held the phone, trotted into the dormitory, unzipped the innermost layer of the bag, and took out a small white box.

"what is this?"

"Wireless earphones." In the classroom, Yingjiao sat down on the chair: "I have connected your mobile phone to you. You open the box, take out the earphones and put them on, and you can use them."

Jing Ji was puzzled: "Why did you bring me this?"

Yingjiao pulled out an exercise book: "You gave me your phone, of course I have to use it as ordered."

He smiled: "Can we do the quiz together tonight?"

How to do the quiz together? Jing Ji was stunned, and just as he was about to ask him, the words suddenly came to his lips.

His excited cheeks were a little red, and he immediately agreed: "Okay."

So, this night. Ying Jiao and Jing Ji hung wireless earphones, kept talking, and read books and quizzes each.

Although they didn't say a word, the sound of breathing, flipping books, and occasionally chanting formulas when they were engrossed in doing questions made them feel each other's existence.

Even though they are not together in space, their time is synchronized.

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Brother Jiao: I think Jing Ji wants my **** photos.